Chapter 935: Chapter 935: Every Bit Counts as Love Chapter 935: Chapter 935: Every Bit Counts as Love The stance of the Yue family warmed Zheng Zhiyuan’s heart. His own siblings weren’t the type to simply take advantage of him, but they definitely wouldn’t take the initiative to offer help, not to mention his sisters-in-law.
So after Zheng Zhiyuan started the banquet today, he really drank quite a lot and eventually even began to talk drunkenly. Luo Jialin helped him upstairs to rest, and Zheng Zhiyuan couldn’t stop giggling, “Wife, how did I get so lucky to marry you?”
Luo Jialin knew he must be drunk, “Of course it’s the good karma you accumulated in your past lives. You saw it today—my brothers and sisters all adore me. If you dare to bully me in the future, you’ll have it coming.”
Luo Jialin was waiting for a reply, but he had already started snoring in bed, so she helped him take off his shoes and pulled up the blanket.
Looking at the person sleeping on the bed, Luo Jialin thought, even though her man wasn’t as capable as her brother-in-law, he was truly considerate towards her. She could feel it wasn’t just for the sake of keeping up appearances in front of her family, but a genuine desire to treat her well, and that was enough.
Reflecting on her current life, she felt truly content. A loving husband, a complete family, the unwavering support of her parental home standing behind her, and so many protective brothers and sisters—oh, without a sister.
When she came downstairs, she saw her cousin distributing red envelopes to the kids and remembered she hadn’t given out the New Year’s money yet.
Just as she was about to hand out her prepared red envelopes, she heard her nephew Peng Rui exclaim, “Second aunt, you’re the best! Now I can finally get my rollerblades.”
Looking at the red envelope in her hand, she chuckled inwardly. She couldn’t compete with her cousin. She stepped outside, “Kids, come get your red envelopes. Your aunt doesn’t have the means your cousin does, so I hope you won’t think it’s too little.”
Luo Pengrui replied with a big smile, “Don’t worry, aunt. Whatever amount you give is your kindness. Even one cent is love; we won’t mind it being little.”
Shang Jie said smilingly, “Since when did you become so eloquent?”
Luo Pengrui pocketed the red envelope, “Mom, you can’t take this money away from me. I’ve been wanting those rollerblades for a long time, but you always say they’re too expensive and won’t buy them for me. I’ll buy them with my New Year’s money, and you can’t disagree.”
Upon hearing her son’s words and in front of so many family members, what could Shang Jie say? She could only respond, “Buying rollerblades is fine, but it can’t affect your studies. You can only play during the designated time.”
Although Luo Pengrui was somewhat unhappy, he was already pleased that his mom had agreed to buy the rollerblades. He nodded, “Okay, but at least give me an hour each day. Otherwise, it’ll be time to go home before I even get to enjoy it.”
Shang Jie was amused yet exasperated, “Your demands are getting steeper. And I think your grades aren’t really satisfactory. I’ve never been envied or complimented by other parents. Can you score a hundred in every subject in the future?”
As soon as Luo Pengrui heard this, he got anxious, “Mom, aren’t you just making things difficult on purpose?”
At this point, Luo Xudong couldn’t stand listening anymore and intervened quickly to prevent the two from getting into a tiff on New Year’s Day, patting his son’s head, “Your mom has made a concession. Take what you’ve been offered and retreat now while the going is good.”
Luo Pengrui thought it over and made a face, “Cover me, I’m out.”
Luo Qiao and Luo Jialin both laughed at the sight of their mischievous nephew.
Seeing his son run off, Luo Xudong, fearing his wife might turn on him, decisively chose to flee, “Xu Nan and the others are still upstairs waiting for me. I’ll go up first.”
Before Shang Jie could respond, he was already running up the stairs.
In Luo Siyuan’s room, the brothers were sitting and lying around. Luo Xuyan looked at Luo Siyuan, “Siyuan, New Year has passed, and you’re a year older. You can’t put off finding a partner any longer.”
Luo Xuyuan also looked over, “If you get married this year, I’ll gift you a motorbike.”
Luo Siyuan’s eyes lit up, but then he lay back down on the bed, “Don’t think you can tempt me into selling myself short with a motorbike. Am I that kind of person?”
Luo Xunan nodded and gave a thumbs up, “That’s the spirit.”
Though Luo Siyuan talked tough, his heart was bleeding. My motorbike, just like that, gone.